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Post by Danny Kazuki on Oct 14, 2014 17:00:05 GMT -5
He wasn't sure if the Lavaridge heat was getting to him, but once he had an over-sized bird digging a fresh bald spot into his scalp, Danny was pissed. It wasn't the kind of red-hot anger that stretched from ear to ear, but once he slammed the doors of the nearby coffee shop into the bird's face, his initial response was to smile and laugh. And then he flipped the bird off from the safety of the store as a finishing blow, all while keeping the door shut with his free hand on the off chance that the Pidgeotto tried to use brute force to break in. Until he checked his phone, he felt like the victim of some fluke event, no questions asked. Like it could've happened to anyone that happened to be standing around, but it just happened to be him because karma had it out for him.
But no, that particular Pidgeotto happened to be from the same uncontrollable guy that owned a Charizard that liked his humans medium-rare and a Gyarados that got off on turning its mouth into a jail cell. He wasn't even surprised with that guy anymore.
It wasn't as if he didn't notice the questioning looks of the crowd when his little commotion finally died down, but he literally had no idea on how to address them other than to shrug and pick a seat. It wasn't as if he had the dots to buy anything anyways, and there was a good chance that the staff didn't care enough to look his way if he only came by to sit like a good boy in their lovely free air-conditioning.
While he was nice and quiet on one of the small, but warm and inviting couches tucked in the corner of the cafe, his phone was blurting out comical cartoon sounds like 'A-wooo-ga!' and 'Wee-woo! Wee-woo!' with each message sent to the massive IM he created. It was a good thing that the St-Arboks wasn't dead quiet, otherwise he really would've been asked to leave. "These guys don't deserve my pizza." He grumbled in a huff to his latest reply, quickly sending another spammy series of messages that was bound to have plenty of pockets and purses vibrating or blurting out text tones in a messy, musical melody. "Pricks." He didn't even have the dots for a cup of something warm and sweet, but if it came down to it, he supposed he could mooch for money to pull this pizza thing off.
Plan B was to get a job, but by the time he managed to get enough money from whatever place was willing to hire, they'd probably all forget about this anyways. 'I'll just buy my own pizza and say it's their fault for being so far away.' His pouty cheeks and lips suddenly changed to a devious smirk as he held his phone close to his face, eagerly awaiting the next response from the various anonymous numbers he picked at random.
Post by Evangeline Gaubert on Oct 16, 2014 20:43:36 GMT -5
they said it changes when the sun goes down
Britney Spears? No. Christina Aguilera? Beyoncé? The lavender-haired woman shook her head. They each had amazing music videos and choreographies, of course, but neither of them really fit Evangeline's own style. She thought back on Julie's words over the phone, suggesting she go for something less 'dark,' as she had worded it, and try with pop music. Her eyebrows had furrowed into a scowl back then, but now all she could manage was a sigh. She knew juggling between modelling and coordinating would be hard, yes. She knew that the path to stardom would be rocky and full of hardships. Truth be told, though, she had never imagined it would be this stressful.
A break. Evangeline felt herself begin to breathe again when the thought that she desperately needed a break struck. Some time to calm down, take a look around, sip at her already cold black coffee, listen to music she actually liked. The flickering light coming from her iPoképhone would be a good distraction, as well. Mm. She should probably reply to those messages she had not noticed sitting in her inbox until now. Oh! Two missed calls, too. And—she smiled at this last bit—many IM notifications.
Evangeline had just finished typing up a reply for the mass conversation she'd, one way or another, gotten herself involved in, when the coffee shop's main door was forced shut. With only one ear paying attention to the outside world—the other was too busy now listening to Cyanide—and her pupils still fixed somewhere on her mobile phone's screen, it wasn't so much the loud noise that the dark-haired newcomer had made itself, but the commotion it had caused among the other customers, that startled her. She raised her eyes with deliberate lentor, unwilling to completely abandon the verses was reading.
Was that—was that a Pidgeotto slammed against the crystal door? Evangeline had to blink at the bizarre sight. That poor avian! While the Bird Pokémon decided that whatever it was that brought it to this St-ARBOKS was not worth the trouble and left, the café's customers decided that the little incident was nothing to worry about, and resumed their activities. Evangeline would have done the same, had the Pidgeotto's victim not hastily and disarrangedly made his way to the table next to hers.
At the time, she had not quite realised he was the cause of all this ruckus, of course, but the state of his hair was more than enough to worry about in the coordinator's books. "Are you all right?" she asked, beginning to stand up, a mix of genuine concern, curiosity, and amusement showing in her features. Evangeline did want to at least help the boy fix his hair, or what little was left of it after the attack. It looked so unfashionable right now.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Oct 24, 2014 23:32:05 GMT -5
Seeing how he was trapped in a coffee shop without enough dots to get a beautifully sculpted hot drink topped with caramel, whipped cream, and all sorts of sugary toppings what would make a kid scream in delight, Danny considered grabbing a regular cup of sink water just so he could pretend that he belonged like every other paying customer. He could get up right now and ask to make sure they weren’t going to charge him for something he could sneak out of the bathroom sinks, but he took the effort to sit somewhere decent in the first place, and he was too invested to get back up now that he was settled in. It wasn’t a crowded corner of the café, unless you counted the overgrowth of plastic potted plants tucked between some of the tables, preventing awkward staring at the person in the table across from you by slapping your face with a tree made of artificial leaves to keep you company.
Thankfully Danny escaped the indoor overgrowth in the small spot he secured for himself, giving him the chance to keep an eye out for potential assassins that were out for his head, or even worse, kicking his sense of pride even further into the pit of shame than it deserved. On the bright side, the muscular man that he once IM’d about in horror to the group was nowhere in sight, so either the scary guy that was possibly added to the IM chat and was possibly considering kicking his ass was in the bathroom, or Mr.Anger Beef was long gone. Danny prayed for the latter as he nervously smoothed through his hair, wincing as his fingers brushed against the various scratches and scrapes the Pidgeotto got out of him. Only a sadist got off on sending a Pokemon off on people, Danny thought with a tired sigh. This stuff was always funnier in the Youtube videos, but pain was pain, and Josh sure liked to dish it out as if it was some kind of medicine.
No matter how much he touched his hair, it wasn’t going to suddenly flash its usual flair unless he took the time to groom himself accordingly. His appearance hardly occurred to him with everything that was going on; whether it was another beep from the IM conversation, toppling the shock of that Pidgeotto attack, or keeping an eye out for anyone else that was looking out for some rough payback, Danny was pretty sure that looking like a hot piece of ass was a solid fourth on his list of things to care about. So when the girl sitting next to him surprised him with a bout of keen observation and concern, of course he was surprised. Was something wrong with the way he looked? He immediately looked at his clothes to make sure there wasn’t anything awful on him, because clearly clothes took greater priority than the state of his physical being, and then logic was kind enough to kick in.
Either he looked more flustered than originally thought, or that Pidgeotto left a bunch of feathers in his hair as a parting gift. ”I thought I was, but I guess humans aren’t supposed to molt, are they?” He scoffed, managing to yank a slender feather out from the tangled knot of hair that originally ensnared it. For all he knew, there could’ve been a few additional feathers tucked here and there, but now that the lavender haired girl was keeping an eye on him, he felt absolutely silly taking them out. It wasn’t an everyday coffee shop experience, that was for sure. ”Give it to me straight. How bad is it?” He didn’t mean to make the stranger leave the comfort of her seat, but since she looked like she wanted to get up regardless, he wasn’t about to stop her. ”Like on a scale from a wardrobe malfunction reality show to Kalos’ Next Top Model.” That was easier to understand than a generic number system at least, and he loved hearing creative answers, making it all the more easier for him to brace himself for an awful rating.
Post by Evangeline Gaubert on Oct 25, 2014 1:36:21 GMT -5
they said it changes when the sun goes down
The dark-haired boy inspected his outfit before he thought of looking at his hair, and for a moment the woman addressing him wondered whether honesty would be the best route to take. Evangeline smiled, somewhat mortified, at what she figured could only be the boy's attempt at not only improving his first impression on her, but at reassuring himself that his presentation wasn't too bad as well. "Oh, I don't know. I would say your scale needs to include cruder imaginaries to really approach accuracy." What the young coordinator's face showed as she voiced her opinion was complete seriousness. Her eyes fluttered shut and her gloved hands opened and closed, making sure to leave space for a dramatic pause here and there as she continued. "We could say it looks like the cross of a fruit bat that has accidentally swallowed a fork or two and some stacks of hay, or maybe the bastard child of a sea urchin and a naked mole rat. Still in its underwater nest."
Evangeline was on the verge of crying, as she realised not laughing out loud was growing increasingly difficult. Dying to see the stranger's reaction to her obvious teasing, she slowly and carefully opened one eye to peek into his countenance. She couldn't manage to keep up her façade as she did, however, and so her solemn face ended up breaking into a new smile. A genuinely diverted one, this time. "Your hair looks pretty bad right now, but it's nothing that can't be mended with a comb, scissors, and a—comment dit-on? A wig." She was glad that the boy had invited such a response from her, because she would otherwise be scolding herself for such direct, coarse behaviour.
After a second glance, though, Evangeline would finally decide that it was time to take the unfortunate state of his mane more seriously. "Here, let me help," she offered, momentarily propelling her body on her toes to reach the boy's hair. The lavender-haired girl played with the dark thin locks, not even allowing their owner to turn her help down, until she thought it looked acceptable, and then lowered her darkly clothed frame back to its comfortable place on her red, padded seat. His hair still looked like an incredibly bird had had its way with it, to be honest, but at least it wasn't as unfashionable as it had looked before.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Oct 25, 2014 22:20:21 GMT -5
Sitting across from him with a comforting smile, Danny was content enough to take her expression as an honest answer presented on a silver platter and started to relax, shoulders sinking back into the base of the chair now that he didn’t have to worry about looking like a country boy born and raised in a barn. He was basically in the clear, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want the overly polite compliments of a stranger that reassured him that everything about him looked great. He must’ve looked a little too expectant when the dramatic pause lassoed him in, causing him to lean close enough to listen to each and every word before they could drop to the floor, quiet and unheard.
And then woop, there it is. The truth hovered above his head like a wrecking ball, dangling back and forth, inching just close enough to Danny’s head that he could feel the stray hairs that were sticking up get brushed aside until the poised woman finished her description without a nod or a frown. Startled at the depth behind such a detailed description, Danny could only gape as his hands tentatively crept back to his head, feeling it all out as he patted it here and there, sensing the disarray of bangs moving and looping in ways they shouldn’t have as yet another Pidgeotto feather fell from his head. ’Oh no. She’s right. She’s mean but she’s right.’ He didn’t have anything to say, leaving an uncomfortable silence between the two as Danny frantically took out his phone and switched it to ‘selfie mode’, and right as he got a good look at what he was dealing with, the girl next to him loosened up again with a smile, although this smile was far from reassuring. If he couldn’t trust the first smile, he couldn’t trust the second one. That was the rule.
”A whatta wig? Hey now, don’t play. Hair is serious business.” Now that he the mess for what it was, he didn’t have to go to such an extreme for the sake of sweeping a bad hair day under the rug. Not expecting her to move so close, his arms and neck froze into place as he tried to slide away from the surprise grooming session. Once he caught onto her intentions, he had an easier time shrugging the tension out of his joints as he let the lady do her thing. ”You don’t have to, but if you insist.” Even when he finally relented, having some stranger that was probably not a hair stylist mess around with his glorious boyband mane wasn’t an easy thought to relax to. The experience made him feel like a child depending on their parent to hunt and comb out each frazzled knot hiding in the depths of their hair, except Danny was spared from the sharp fangs of a head scraping comb. Lifting his head up as the dedicated officer of the hair police force retreated to her seat, he mumbled out a hasty ‘thanks’ as he checked out the results on his phone.
Looking himself over through the .jpg-esque quality of his phone’s back camera, the look wasn’t too bad on him. He still looked kind of shaggy, and his hair was sure lacking the volume he desired, but it was still significantly better than before. ”Heeeeey. You made me pretty. Check that out.” Checking to see if she was still watching him, he struck a few poses at his phone, mixing in a couple of winks and a few all-knowing chin rubs until he had his fill, finally snapping the phone shut with a satisfied grin. Of course right then, it had to beep with another notification from the IM chat he locked himself into, which was quickly followed by at least two more within a 5-second span. Damn, were they post spamming like he was now? It was kind of annoying being on the receiving end of that, but it wasn’t so bad that he was going to put his phone on silent. Bad things always happened when his phone was on silent. ”Do you make a living out of playing with people’s hair, or is that just a hobby?” Even if his mysterious hair savior was back in her own seat as if she was done with the conversation, Danny wasn’t about to take that as a sign to stop talking. Maybe a resting bitch face could get the job done, but only professionals could get him to innocently whistle and walk away.
Post by Evangeline Gaubert on Oct 26, 2014 22:59:23 GMT -5
they said it changes when the sun goes down
Evangeline watched over the boy's features as she tried to fix his wild, unruly hair with only the help of her gloved fingers. It wouldn't be a godsent work of art, but it was definitely better than nothing. Truthfully, anything would have been better than what sat on top of his head moments ago. She contained the giggle that started to form at the back of her throat when she noticed his initial struggle, and decided to stay silent throughout the entire task, lest her lips betray her. It was hard not to speak up, and ever harder to bring the dark mane to a satisfying state, but the young coordinator managed both, nevertheless, and with relative success at that. She was glad that the boy seemed to like the outcome, but let none of that away when she offered him, in response to his thanks, an equally court, though not so hasty, "You're welcome."
She was already putting her earphones on again when she caught the boy's last question. "I've had some experience," she replied, smiling mischievously and hinting at x-number of situations that could have ended with her playing with another person's hair, but elaborating on none. As soon as the last syllable of her four-word sentence had exited her vocal chords and, the lavender-haired girl plucked the remaining earphone into her right ear, lowered the volume of her music just in case anything else demanded her attention, and continued surfing the vast database of videos available on Youtube.
Until the beeping notifications on her phone went off, yet again distracting her from her task. She'd never get any progress done at this rate, none at all, but at least the source of those beeps were as amusing as the first. Or she thought they would be, and then she remembered she was in the process of typing up a reply for Sophia when the boy in the neighbouring table had stormed in, and that she never got around to finish it. The lavender-haired girl heard a second beep; and a third, delayed only by a fraction of a millisecond, but very unlike her phone's custom sounds.
Stranged, she looked up. The sheepish face of the boy she'd helped not long ago greeted her, but she found no clues of where that second notification may have come from. Well, then. Oh! Another notification. First hers, then the stranger's. Evangeline forgot to check the new messages this time, focused on finding out whether fate had played a trick card on her, or if all was no more than a funny coincidence. Beep beep.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Nov 16, 2014 14:32:24 GMT -5
Vague answers weren’t for everyone, and after tentatively messing around with a few stray hairs until he reached his optimal comfort level, Danny had all the time he needed to sit stunned at whatever the hell that smile meant before the conversation shut itself down. It wasn’t as if he was dealing with the mystery of life beyond their universe, and he was partially convinced that he was talking to some barber-in-training, but she smiled as if he should’ve known something, and he didn’t like that. As much as he would’ve loved to press further, he had a mighty social obstacle to overcome; the dreaded earphones, which the hairy helpful stranger put on before he could look away. For all he knew, she could’ve just been pretending to listen to music in an attempt to shut him up, and that was an outrage! The only acceptable response was to suck on his thumb and sit in his chair like a good boy, but he liked to think himself more mature than that, so he turned his attention back to his phone until it simmered down.
Managing his phone during a chaotic 34 person IM chat was like trying to settle down a sobbing infant, except this was way more sanitary, and his needy child of a phone had the ability to shut up each time he opened up the chat he was in. Of course the person making his phone toot and holler had to be Josh, the main antagonist in his current situation who just admitted his crimes to the entire chat. Honestly, he expected a bit more sympathy from the crowd he gathered from a couple of keysmashes on his phone, but he supposed that his story was about as believable as Delphox News. He also suspected that they thought he deserved it, but he hardly thought it was fair. ”The only pizza you’re getting is going right up that bird’s tail feathers.” The day that Pigeotto’s behind was stained with the blood red tint of marinara sauce and pepperoni was the day he could laugh and feel cool for about 5 seconds, only to get chased by that damn bird as punishment.
It was fun how he was starting to learn the actual names of the anonymous crowd he gave various nicknames to in order to understand who was saying what. He clearly knew who Josh was from the get-go, but every time he saw the name ‘Beard O’HardPec’ flash onto his screen, his grudge was momentarily replaced with an amused snicker, because haha ‘pec’ was in the name. Pecs are funny as hell in all of the books of Danny Kazuki. This can’t be argued.
Serial McHeartandStab was the only person out of 34 to even express the slightest drop of sympathy in a whirlpool of various conversations flowing and crashing right into one another, but sympathy from an internet creep was hardly appreciated. He generally kept to a fail-safe plan to avoid people that claimed to be serial killers over the internet, and anonymous phone chats were included somewhere in the microscopic fine print.
His phone chimed in harmony with his neighbor’s after a two second delay, and he didn’t think much of it as he read a reply from ‘Stiff Potato’, who promptly introduced herself as a Gym Leader. ’Yeah, right. Like someone as famous as a Gym Leader would be in this chat. Trolls, control yourselves.’ Her response was awfully detailed with tidbits of personal information, and even though he spent a good month or two in Orre, he wasn’t all that sure who the troll was trying to impersonate. He had to be fair though, because he never took a single step in Rutile in his life, but what were the odds of adding a Gym Leader to a chat like this? Some were more famous than others, so maybe it did make sense to add one of the lesser known ones by chance.
”Google, you’re a beautiful thing.” Licking the dryness off his lips, he decided to take a breather from the IM to do a little research in his free time. It didn’t take long to find a wiki about the Rutile Gym Leaders, but the information provided left much to be desired. Orre just wasn’t as important as the gyms in the other regions, it seemed, because he could barely get a skeleton of the facts he wanted to know.
Whatever. He was probably dealing with some imposter that got off on this kind of stuff, and that was that.
